A Dream by Noon.

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10 – enter Detective Davis. 

Davis heard the case when it was first called in. Even though he worked in the city, he still always kept that channel open on the CB radio on his desk.

'Sixteen-year-old girl, missing for approximately 7 hours. Search in progress.'

These calls were not completely unusual, the missing later showing up at their boyfriends, or at a friend's house. It didn't take long to find someone missing in Hanson. The town was small and inevitably, someone spotted the person in question and called their parents. Nonetheless, it had to be investigated. And nonetheless, Davis' ears still perked up at the call. Radio chatter went back and forth, and a cruiser was sent out to the house to investigate whether or not the girl forgot to

return home or if there had been some sort of fight with her parents leading up to her taking off

for a bit.

He stopped paying attention to the noise on the radio. It was three towns away, and so didn't

actually affect him anyways. Detective Davis returned to sorting through the papers on his desk.

He had been on the job for nearly two years, but his caseload so far had consisted mostly of

organizing other agent's paperwork, and most recently, surveillance on a possible insurance fraud case. He glanced at the clock and saw it was almost 10:15pm... another 45 to go before the end of his shift. He stopped shuffling papers and stared at his computer, waiting for his shift to end. Davis knew, or at least he hoped, that the boring cases and endless paperwork were temporary, but it didn't make him count the hours of each shift any less. After his discharge from the military, he was hired onto the Boston PD right away. He thought that was a good sign... he

figured by 24 he would be on high profile cases in the city, but soon realized what lofty thinking

that was. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the job, but after the military, the paperwork, the

slow movingness of this job... the pointlessness... it was getting to him. 10:18...

The building was quiet. Four other agents typing away at desks. A couple coming and going, the

rest of the large room filled with messy desks and empty chairs. Fluorescent lights throughout

shone a yellow color that Davis thought made everyone who worked this shift appear permanently jaundiced. Maybe we are, he thought, permanently jaundiced... deprived of light,

and life. He stood up to make himself another cup of coffee when the radio static came through

again. The officer called into the nearest station with a tone in his voice that Davis recognized as

fear, well concealed through his calm call, "Officer needed, 274 High Street, send Pasquale."

Although not strange, this caught Davis' attention. He knew Pasquale, Jerry, an old family

friend. Jerry had helped him get the job in the city so quickly, but only after trying for months to

get Davis to join the local department, which he wanted none of... bigger and better things, he

thought; Look at me now.

The 911 operator's voice came back on the radio, 'officer 3281 responding to 274 High Street.'

At the very least, this back and forth was enough to make the end of his shift pass a little faster.

Jerry, being the chief almost never worked at the station at this time of night, and when they